heart’s broken

Azula pov

"Princess Azula, the fire lord wishes to speak to all members of the royal family immediately. Please go to throne room." Looking at the kneeling servant I couldn't help but sigh in annoyance.

Since Mael left a little over a month ago I've been studying and training hard for the opportunity to join him.

Putting my scroll back into place i left my room and began making my way towards the throne room. The walk was a few minutes but once I arrived outside I could already hear hushed murmuring.

As the guards opened the doors said murmurs fizzled out. Looking around the room I saw all the important nobles who had a strong connection to the war. Quickly I decided to take my seat.

'Is this a war council? Have they finally agreed to let me join' thoughts of joy however were quickly dashed. Fire lord Azulon took the stage.

" Tonight, I have something news of a grave tragedy. An ambush was carried out by the earth nation on the strike squad where prince Lu ten and prince Mael where stationed. So during this evening I have to deliver the news that both my grandsons where killed in action." As his words fell my chest became heavier and heavier. My breath began to feel lost to me.

Azulon continued " the body of Lu ten has been recovered, however the body of Mael has been lost. We where unable to recover it." His voice held no emotion you could see he didn't care for them. That their deaths meant they are weak, that they didn't deserve a chance at fire lord.

As I began to break into a sob, I tried my hardest to keep quite, to not make a fool of myself in front of so many people.

But… the pain of losing him. The thought that I'll never be able to see him again. We'll never go on another date, I'll never have to hear him tease me again.

I looked down from my chair, tears dripping into the table. Before I fell into my sorrow I felt a weak hand grasp my shoulder. Looking up to meet their eyes. I saw my mother with a weak smile and smile tears coming from her eyes.

Grabbing my hand we left the throne room walking in the direction of her bedroom. Once we arrived she lay me down in her lap and sang a soft lullaby. Slowly stuck between crying and exhaustion I feel asleep.

The only think left in my heart was to make them pay. They must pay for taking Mael away form me!

Zuko Pov

As Azula finally arrived and took her seat grandfather made an announcement. It was one no one expected. One fewer where happy to hear.

I was angry. How could I not be. Mael was like a brother to me. He was kind, made me feel like I belonged in the palace. Showed me who I could be, what I could become.

I left the throne room shortly after Azula was taken elsewhere by mother. My destination however wasn't a place to mope or sit wallowing in depression. It was the training ground.

Once I arrived I began to practice with ferocity. I poured my anger and hatred into my bending directing it all towards my enemies.

Once the sun began to rise I lay their on the training ground breathing heavily. I had gone through all my emotions but their was one thing that really annoyed me. We didn't even have a body to burry for Mael. Where is the earth nations honor.

To not even leave a body for burial.

" I wonder would Mael be with the spirit too, uncle said some go to them after death. I recon he's soaring in the sky with dragons" I couldn't help but mutter aloud. No matter where Mael ends up I hope it's what's best for him.

Ozai PoV

Once I heard the news I had to restrain my smile. The fact that they where able to kill both on them played well for me.

As long as no one finds out especially Iroh my plan to become fire lord will succeed.

" let's forget about those brats now. It's time to start putting the reason of my plan into action"

Luckily for me their was no servants around or they would have noticed I was strangely happen for a man who just had his two nephews dies.

~Azula's dream~ a memory from before Mael left~

Ember island one year ago

Azula PoV

Here we sat, both me and Mael sharing a meal together on ember island. Situated on the tallest pogda with a view overlooking the sea. The evening sun draped colours of gold orange and red over the sandy beaches causing each grain to glisten with a unique beauty.

However to me what attracted me the most was no of those it was the boy before me elegantly eating a stake. Dressed in a full red haori with golden embroidery. Underneath was a traditional fire nation garb, one of quirky befitting royalty.

" do you think we'll get married one day Mael?" I couldn't help but ask. I hate to admit it but the boy I was raised with, one with an equal status to mine, he was the one I fell for.

I wouldn't allow another. Something in my soul just makes me drawn to him. Makes me fascinated by everything about him.

" oh Azula you worry to much. If we become the strongest benders in the fire nation who will stop us. Think about two prodigies who taught each other fire bending, grew together, fought together, slowly fell in love." Mael had a sweat smile on his face. As if imagining our future, thinking about everything that would be everything that could happen I couldn't help but blush.

" our story, it's a little too perfect no. I think it make a great romance novel. Probably not very popular with men, but seem right up most woman's alley" as he finished Mael let out a small laugh.

To me however it filled the room with a warmth I didn't truly understand.

" Mael don't say something like that, it's a bad omen. If we can't live out our future together now. I'll forever blame you."

Thinking about his words I began to over think everything, what if this omen comes true! Furrowing my brow a little I decided to make a move.

I began to lean over the table to kiss him but before I could make it most of the way he stopped me with his hand.

" oh Azula don't you think we should wait for that. After all we are still so young. Their be plenty of time when we're older" as he finished speaking her got up before pulling me into a light hug.

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I get it's kinda sappy but I just wanna show how much the mc has kinda azulas persoective.